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A Look Inside the Story
Todd headed back to the motel room and on his way
back; he again passed by The Zebra Lounge
to check out how many cars were in the parking lot. Definitely more, he thought.
His big worry now was what Miranda would do once she
realized that there was a little different focus to
The Zebra Lounge than he had let on to her.
He assumed that once she saw what Long John O’Tool had described in his
writings, that she would instantly seek the nearest exit. Just getting her
inside would be a huge challenge if there was a line with nothing but black men
waiting to get in.
He also worried about how he was going to answer her
questions if they were asked to show their membership card to get in. He
concocted a story about stopping by while he was out getting her aspirins. He
would tell her that the membership was cheap, like maybe five dollars or
something. If Miranda knew he had paid two hundred, it would surely trigger an
Despite his hopes and the fantasies that bombarded
him, Todd guessed that the odds that Miranda would actually consent to someone
was a hundred to one, more like ten thousand to one. Still, just getting her
inside would produce a level of satisfaction and accomplishment, and later, he
could envision the sight of Miranda inside
The Zebra Lounge with black men in the background. Just getting her inside
would give him memories that could feed his fantasies for a long time.
He pulled back into the motel’s entrance and then
parked in a spot near his motel room and got out of his car and headed to the
door. A few seconds later, the door lock clicked as he inserted his keycard into
the slot. What he saw inside was beyond his wildest imaginations.
At first, he was sure he had entered the wrong motel
room as he glanced to his left to see the woman sitting in the motel room chair
beside the small rounded table.
She was stunning, as she sat there, with her left leg
crossed over the right one, where the high slit on the purple dress allowed him
to see all the way, up to where he could see the thin strap of her black thong
panties. The woman’s breast sat like large oranges, pushed up by the under lift
bra she wore. “Miranda,” gasped Todd.